#Blood of the Coven | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

dailycharacteroption · 5 months

Text

Hag-Riven (Bloodrager Archetype)

(art by Mikakoskart on DeviantArt)

Fans of Pathfinder’s lore concerning the many different playable heritages and ancestries may recall that changelings, regardless of gender or apparent species, are the first stage of life for hags, which is a life cycle of magic and cruelty.

A hag will, using magical disguise or charming, seduce a potential mate from most any ancestry and conceive a child with them, which they usually abandon to the other parent. The child seems like a typical member of their species aside from a few odd traits and personality, but eventually, typically around the coming of adulthood, they hear the call, which pushes them to seek out their hag parent. Some ignore it, but those that do not may end up meeting them, which in most cases, leads to days of torturous rituals meant to drive compassion and kindness from their hearts and finally transform them fully into hags.

But what if the ritual is cut short? What if the changeling escapes, or their hag parent is killed before the ritual is completed? In such a case, they are left changed, brimming with arcane power which smacks of the old magic so commonly associated with hags, as well as a vindictive fury in their hearts that they may embrace, or struggle to keep in line.

This is something of a rarity among bloodrager archetypes in that it implies that the didn’t inherit their powers (at least, not directly), and the archetype’s flavor text also implies the existence of remote towns that enact similar rituals on either changelings or others with a bit of the old magic in them through the same partial ritual to create defenders against hags and other creatures of the old world, turning their power against them.

Regardless of their origin, though, these magical warriors can be frightening destroyers with all those good creepy aesthetics of old magic and witchcraft, and they put it to use well.

These bloodragers do not typically use weaponry, and their hag-touched aspect guarantees that their bloodline must be connected to the old ways, typically the arcane, destined, elemental, fey, or most appropriately, hag bloodlines.

However, they have little need for weapons, for their hands are twisted into wicked and deadly claws which they use with lethal precision. As they master their power, the claws only become deadlier.

What’s more, they can sacrifice spell energy to enhance their claws with magic for a few brief moments, which can include various specific enchantment drawing from the elements and a hag’s gift for manipulating magic.

Over time, their flesh becomes suffused with magic, becoming tough and leathery like that of some hags, helping them resist injury.

Additionally, they become not just good at dealing particularly devastating strikes with their claws, but also causing debilitating effects because of them, which could be applied normally, or flavored as minor curses being conducted through their attacks.

This archetype changes a lot of bloodrager basic abilities that are inherited from the barbarian class, while leaving their bloodline and other magical abilities intact, and that’s perfectly fine. Sure, you lose out on faster movement, damage reduction, and incredible reactions, but you do get to turn them into a natural attack powerhouse with a better AC and a pseudo-magus weapon enchantment ability, letting you tailor your claws to the situation not just with magic but an interchangeable crit debuff feat as well. Of course, your exact build will vary based on your choice of bloodline, and while hag may be the most thematic choice, there is something to be said about all of them.

Becoming hag-riven, whether it be your own family putting you through a monstrous process or submitting to this process to protect others, is a scarring experience. In the latter case, you could literally call it weaponized trauma. The point being that these characters are begging to be written as coping (or failing to cope) with a past traumatic experience, though naturally, it’s easy to get that wrong if you’ve never been through something like that, so it pays to do your research.

At his coming of age celebration, Vakkan the grindylow was subjected to the transformation into a hag-riven, gaining power over the seas. The next week, he murdered both the witch who gave him this power and the chieftain, making him the youngest leader his tribe had ever seen, but with his power over water and ice, he has proven to be a fierce and deadly raid leader.

Magical genealogy is a messy science at best, made even more so by the dubious nature of ogre bloodlines. However, sometimes the right traits are passed on in the worst ways, which is how Mama Kob was born. This ogress is not only hag-riven, blessed with a fierce magical rage, but she also has a measure of mythic power, making her a terror of the Scarred Hills.

A rarity among hags, Grandmother Ilsa rose above the cruelty of her origins, and has quietly mothered various changelings with many different lovers over the years, and never subjected any of them to the transformation. However, while she disapproves, some have undergone a partial transformation of their own volition to empower themselves, though she worries that one day one may go too far and unleash an evil she is becoming too old to be able to stop.

#pathfinder #archetype #bloodrager #hag-riven #grindylow #ogre #mythic #hag #Blood of the Coven

23 notes · View notes

just-a-silly-little-whumper · 6 months

Text

Prelude

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

So uhhh... new series I guess! This is the start to Blood of the Coven, a new series I've had kicking around in my head for a while! I'm still going to be primarily focusing on Flicker in the Dark, but I'll still be posting things with these characters every now and then. So enjoy!

For BTHB: Painful Transformation

Contains: Vampire whumper, vampiric transformation, minor whumpee (whumpee is 16), parental whumper, mentioned character death, attempted mind control

~~~

Renata’s veins were on fire.

She tried to scream, but her lungs refused to take in air. Every muscle was locked up, tense in the throes of agony. The taste of blood was on her tongue, metallic and abhorrent and so, so divine. She knew it was responsible for the acid in her stomach and the ice in her bones, but she needed more, because now she knew that blood was life and it was power and-

And there were hands holding her close. A voice, low and reassuring. Unfamiliar and yet somehow reaching and assuaging a part of her soul she hadn’t known existed.

“That’s it, dear. You’re almost through. Just a little more.”

“Please-” Her voice was raspy, her words barely audible. Had she been screaming after all? “It hurts.”

“I know, dear.” A calloused hand smoothed sweat-soaked hair away from her forehead. She leaned desperately into the relief the touch promised. “But it is beautiful on the other side. I cannot wait to welcome you.”

His words sounded nice. But they also sounded wrong. She fought through the waves of pain to force her eyes open (when had she closed them?) and look, truly look at who was speaking.

The pale face and blood-soaked smile she saw was almost enough to chill the fire in her blood.

“No!” The hands holding her to the man’s chest were firm, but she still tried to push away. Her movements were only slightly more coordinated now than they had been when they were controlled only by the instinctual need to do something about the pain. “No! I don’t want it!”

“Hush, my child.” The voice was still low, but sterner now instead of merely soothing. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

The impulse to be quiet, to obey hit her, but the pain and the fear and the memories she could now grasp gave her the strength to push the urge away. “No! You killed him! Get away from me!”

“That won’t matter soon.” Renata shivered at the certainty in his voice. “You don’t need him. I can show you how much better things can be.”

She opened her mouth to protest again, but another wave of electrifying pain shot through her, and all she could do was cry out wordlessly. One of the man’s hands found hers, and despite herself, she clung to it as hard as she could. Because how could she do anything else?

Renata was dying. She was certain of that. She was dying, and she would die so afraid and in so much pain. And she was dying in the arms of the man who had killed her father.

---

Hours later, when Renata finally awoke, she drew no breath. There was a thirst in her core that she couldn’t name. She didn’t know where she was, only that she could see far too well in the pitch-black room.

And she felt sharply, brilliantly alive.

#blood of the coven #silly writes #whump #whump writing #renata blackwood oc #matthias karsi oc #vampires #minor whump #painful transformation #bthb #bad things happen bingo

16 notes · View notes

sepp-gw · 1 year

Text

Me: I come from a family of powerful witches

My Family:

#witches #witchy #coven #familial witch #camp #blood of the coven

2 notes · View notes

iinryer · 2 months

Text

“i’m holding my breath for you”

lyrics from swimming pool by the front bottoms

#the buckley siblings and water and love and grief #the blood of the covenant / the water of the womb #something about lorelei #and the reasons for throwing yourself into the ocean #etc etc #anyways i love the front bottoms i have a million and one lyrics for the firefighters in there #evan buckley #maddie buckley #buckley siblings #911 on abc #911 fanart #iinryer art #yes this is why i was posting about maddie and buck and the ocean the other day gjfhdh #iinryer music rec

499 notes · View notes

dead-air-radio · 1 month

Text

Men who are cut up <33

454 notes · View notes

brighteuphony · 2 months

Text

As always, without the wall of text.

#naruto #haruno sakura #sasuke #we having a bad time here #Tw Blood #coven!Sakura

476 notes · View notes

arsonistmoth · 19 days

Text

Aight takin a quick com break to share my ideas on the KITTY FAMILYYYY <3 (aka my take on Forneus and her kits) Headcanons under cut cuz some of them are sAD and also I tend to blather on.

Forneus has always wanted kits of her own, though perhaps not a Tom in her life to get them (She is content as she is, a traveling merchant who sees so many faces, so many stories in a day). So, by the power of a one-night stand with some dashing tall tom, she gets her wish. Albeit bittersweet when her kits come stillborn. She prays and prays to the god of death, begging, pleading for her babies to come back to her but its not Narinder that hears her fervent prayers first. She's given a choice by the god of war...Bury them as is her right, or give the kits to them. They will take them to death's gate where they just might know a shadow of life. She leapt at the chance. Not one day goes by where she doesn't think of her two little toms and how they must have grown. She knows, in her heart, they will return to her somehow..and she will know them by sight and scent the second she sees them. Aym and Baal grew up in the gateway with their master. They were a gift to a lonely god and in them he found some semblance of company and...love. Of course we all know Narinder is not the besssst of influences and it shows in the two young toms. They are fiercely loyal, quick to temper (in aym's case), and deadly in combat. Though it wasn't always so. Kits must learn and they must grow... Accidents are bound to happen- (perhaps like being given a new sharp pointy weapon only to hurt yourself immediately thereafter and have the god of death pinch your scruff between two claws to make you stop squirming as he heals you) Though their cloaks are nice and warm, the pair have only ragged tunics beneath it. After all, not many dead arrive with a) nice clothes and b) clothes big enough for the toms. Its fineeee. they're fineeee. After the events of the game, Aym and Baal choose to stay with the cult to be close to their mother and Master. Baal eventually finds himself a mate and even settles down, having a litter of twins with his orange tabby queen named Fion <3 Aym is content for a time, staying with his family and his new niece and nephew...but eventually wander lust grips him as it gripped his mother. He heads out into the world and, though he sends a sparse letter here and there, he has not been seen since. Lamb think's he's crossed the sea. Hopefully he finds whatever hes looking for. to end this on a happy note: Forneus loves her grandkits and would die for them. She has also slapped Narinder. Once. (you dont call yourself a poor father figure to kits you took care of. not around her. "You were all they had! They love you and cherish you do NOT spit in their faces so!"

#goat draws #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl aym #cotl baal #cotl forneus #most of these hcs are me world building #cuz yep theres a fic in the work #it will see the light of day eventually #i also had a fucKIN FIT WHEN I REALIZED THE QUEEN AND CROWN CONNECTION OK?#im totally normal #Blood of the covenant au

157 notes · View notes

l-egionaire · 1 year

Text

I'd have loved to know what happened at the conformatorium the morning after this.

Warden Wrath: Now....if anyone asks, WHAT do we tell them?

Guard #1: It was an army! One hundred-no! TWO HUNDRED wild witches broke their way in here!

Guard #2: Each one as powerful as the Owl Lady, if not more!

Warden Wrath: AND?

Guard #2: We gave it to them as good as we got.

Guard #3: We slew each and every last one of them, no matter how many of us were defeated!

Guard #1: And THAT'S why the human was alone when she reached the Owl Lady. We DEFINITELY didn't all get beaten by a child.

Warden Wrath: Good.

Guard #3:....What do we tell Frank's family?

Warden Wrath: That he died honorably in battle.

Guard 1: Yeah! He may have went down, but he took over a dozen of the wild witches with him!

Guard #2: He did NOT get taken out in one shot and then slowly and pitfully freeze to death. Absolutely not what happened.

Warden Wrath: Excellent.

Guard #1:....Do you think that humans going to come back?

Warden Wraith: Titan, I hops not......

#The Owl House #ToH #Owl House #Conformatorium #Warden Wrath #Emperors coven #Young blood old souls #Luz noceda #luz owl house #luz toh

1K notes · View notes

devilwearsdi0r · 3 months

Text

evan peters covered in blood ‧˚₊⋅ ୨୧ ⋅₊˚‧

#my reason for living #evan peters #ahs #american horror story #coquette #kit walker #kyle spencer #girlblogging #horror #tw blood #hot as fuck #ahs fandom #ahs coven #ahs asylum #ahsedit

333 notes · View notes

pwoarks · 5 months

Text

★ ! evelynn icons · psd by @dewinniepsd and action by @harupsds 'ㅅ' like and reblog if save. don't claim as yours

#evelynn #league of legends #lol #shadown #tango #safecracker #blood moon #k/da #kda #kda all out #prestige #sugar rush #coven #spirit blossom #soul fighter #masquerade #glorious #icons #pfp

107 notes · View notes

barqnz · 3 months

Text

sister mary eunice🛐

ahs asylum 2012

58 notes · View notes

dailycharacteroption · 4 months

Text

Hexbreaker (Magus Archetype)

(art by Scarday on DeviantArt)

The old magic can do a lot in terms of protection and healing, but it can also be very dangerous, capable of nasty curses and the like. It’s a volatile form of magic like that, and quite capable of falling victim to corruption, either from outside evil such as hags and fiends, or the wielder’s own vindictiveness.

And so, there are those that learn how to fight against these old ways. Stereotypically, these are often divine casters like inquisitors that seek to defeat these insidious foes, but that does come with some unfortunate baggage. (There’s a reason that inquisitors have been replaced by thaumaturges in 2E)

Some, however, find that the best way to combat dark magic is to learn similar mystic arts, alongside martial skill. In the past, we’ve looked at the Hexcrafter, which combines magus arts with the old ways to let a magus cast hexes. Today, however, we look at the Hexbreaker, a magus that learns counterhexes to dispel curses and even turn such foul arts back upon their caster.

They might be part of an old ways tradition to curb the most wicked among their number, or they might be newer, arising from other sources that simply seek to be rid of such malice. Either way, they demonstrate exceptional skill at countering the dark arts of spellcasters and other curse-bearing creatures.

Protecting themselves and others from curses means reacting quickly, and these mystic warriors learn an art of channeling their arcane reserved to disrupt a curse spell, malevolent hex, or similar ability as it is used, potentially negating it. It does not, however, have any effect on accursed auras that certain creatures have, however. Additionally, they can potentially learn spells to properly remove curses and break enchantments.

They can also expend even more arcana to turn the curse back on the caster, delivering an ironic punishment to them.

There are also two new arcana they can learn. The first lets them expend even more arcana to help guarantee their success in countering such cursed magic.

The second, however, causes dangerous feedback when they counteract or remove a curse, wracking the body and mind of the curse-layer.

A few ordinary arcana also suit them well, particularly those that are effective against other casters as well as blessing their weaponry against particular types of foes.

This archetype is specialized, but simple, offering a way to counter hags, witches, and other foes that specialize in curses and dark magic. As such, I would build to be an anti-caster that disrupts enemy magic regularly, using their anti-curse abilities as a nice bonus for the right situations.

Exactly what these warrior-mages experience with the old magics are will color exactly why they went into this art and how they view them. Perhaps they hate all practitioners of witchcraft, regardless of their intent, or maybe they have a deep, intimate understanding of the old ways that other witch-hunters might not?

Chasing the rumors of a curse-slinging witch, the inquisition sent some of their agents and a “heathen specialist” to hunt them. However, upon arriving they find the home demolished, apparently by a giant slug. The inquisitors are disappointed, but content to move on, but the specialist isn’t so sure the witch is dead… or that they are indeed a heretic at all.

Adaros have a long history of conflict with hags and sea witches seeking to use their people as tools of vengeance against surface people, so they have learned much about curse magic to turn aside their dark magic and destroy them, their greatest warriors often recognized as “Spellbiters”

Kovas of Longshadow is a mercenary witch hunter, wandering from place to place, keeping an ear to the ground for dark magics and abuses of lighter arcana. He always studies a job thoroughly to determine if the mage in question has truly done wrong and deserves his judgement. However, refusing work that doesn’t meet his standards tends to make enemies of those seeking the wrongful death of someone by claiming they are a dark practitioner.

#pathfinder #archetype #magus #hexbreaker #giant slug #adaro #sea hag #hag #Blood of the Coven

9 notes · View notes

just-a-silly-little-whumper · 3 months

Text

Tender

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

So the winner of yesterday's poll was not this piece but this piece was done so here you go! I wrote this for a weekly prompt for the Art Whumpers Anonymous Discord Server ("Does it hurt?"). Enjoy!

Nathan is good at taking care of injuries, both his own and others'.

Contains: Minor whump (typical childhood injuries), vampires, caretaking, complicated relationships

~~~

“Does it hurt?”

Nathan keeps his voice pitched low as he kneels down in front of Christina. She looks up at him with wide, watery eyes and nods. The gash on her leg is long and jagged and oozing blood, but thankfully it doesn’t look deep.

“I bet.” He holds out a hand to her. “Let’s get you home. I’m sure some cherries will make you feel better while I clean you up, yeah?”

Her wobbly lip turns up into a bit of a smile as she nods again, this time more confident, and takes his hand. He rises to his feet in a fluid motion, pulling her up with a firm but gentle grip, and takes note of how she staggers and tries to take the weight off of her injured leg. The sight makes him frown. She’s getting a little bit big for it, but…

“Would you like me to carry you?”

Another nod, and Nathan crouches back down to gather Christina up into his arms. She’s heavy, but he doesn’t mind; it means she’s growing. After taking a moment to make sure his grip on her is secure, he starts the trek back up the hill and into town. Christina clings to him the entire time, quiet as ever, her eyes wandering across the landscape.

When they get home he goes straight to the kitchen. They still have some leftover candied cherries in the cupboard, and he makes up a small bowl for Christina before setting her on a chair. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.”

The cherries were the right call, he decides, as she barely winces when he starts wiping down her leg with a wet cloth. Her focus is instead entirely on the sweets. It gives him the chance to get the wound clean and confirm that it really is as mild as he first thought it was. She finishes her bowl just as he gets the bandaged wrapped around her leg and pinned in place.

“There,” he says, standing back up to look at her directly. “Feel better?”

“Yeah. All better.” Her smile is small but genuine, and fills him with warmth, the same way it does every time he sees it.

“Good.” He ruffles her hair, chuckling at her squeak of protest. “Now, do you want to help me with lunch?”

---

“Does it hurt?”

The voice startled him, but Nathan didn’t show it, just kept winding the bandage around his hand as if Priya hadn’t just come out of nowhere. “I’m fine.”

And he was. His hand still burned from the magical backlash, but it was nothing he didn’t know how to deal with.

“Clearly.” Her voice was as unimpressed as his was. “And I see you have it handled.”

Bandage in place, he looked up at her with as charming of a grin as he could manage. “Yeah, well, I am a man of many talents.” He had to be to survive. It didn’t matter where those skills came from, or what he had to give up in the process.

“Hm.” She pushed off the wall. “Father has a new thrall. I’ll tell Renata to let you have the first claim to them. Some extra blood will help you heal.”

“Oh.” For a moment all he could do was blink at her. It almost seemed like a kind gesture. There was always a chance that it would come with strings attached, but there was no reason for him to turn it down. Not when Priya had a point. “Well, I certainly won’t say no. Maybe I’ll even leave some for you two.”

“Good.” Her voice was a bit softer. Not quite caring, but something close to it. He refused to feel anything at all about it. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

#Blood of the Coven #silly writes #Whump #whump writing #nathan park oc #priya tiwari oc #Christina Park oc #vampires #caretaking

7 notes · View notes

fenicenera83 · 3 days

Text